"Being human, having your health; that's what's important."(from: Magical Shopping Arcade Abenobashi )"As long as we're all living, and as long as we're all having fun, that should do it, right?"(from: The Eccentric Family )

I built the walls that make my life a prison, I built them all and cannot be forgiven... ...Sold my soul to carry your vendetta, So let me go before you can regret it, You've made your choice and now it's come to this, But that's price you pay when you're a monster with no name.

One of my female friends decided to cuddle me, so I decided to make myself into a sandwich by scooting up to my boyfriend. XD I probably wouldn't have been okay with the female friend cuddling if we weren't both tipsy, but I was then, so whatever. I liked the attention.

Anyway, I just returned from a party of an old friend of mine. Too many drunks, too loud shitty music. At the end the music got better as more guests left and the host finally put on his own instead of shitty chart music.

I wasn't really drunk, but I wasn't particularly sober as well. I don't know. I'm bad at this whole "human interaction" thing, so I ended up sitting around a lot, looking at the wall. Some wanted me to dance, but I can't dance (well I know the standard dances like Foxtrot, Waltz, Cha Cha, Rumba and such, but I don't know how to move to modern music) and don't feel like it anyway. (Insert "Safety Dance" quote here)

A friend of the host, whom I met at several parties before, offered me a pill later, which I didn't accept, later it turned out all he had was caffeine pills, and he knew that, he just wanted to trick me into believing it was something else (admittedly I did some research about stuff like that a while ago and recognized that the shape and especially the size was unlikely to be "that").

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

Final conclusion of this evening:not bad, but not really good either. Simply "meh".

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He had the look of a lawn mower just after the grass had organised a workers' collective.

I have no trouble recognising the rhythm or anything, I just don't feel it with most modern club/dance music. Some older stuff gives me a nearly unbearable need to move, like swing and such, also some modern music like hardstyle and hardcore (but dancing to that is mostly punching the air in the rhythm, at least if you're not doing "hakken", jumping (Hardjump) or shuffling to it)

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I've heard pickle juice is good for nausea (and tried it once, successfully, though my desperation may have had a placebo effect - I hate feeling nauseated), so I could see it helping with a hangover.

Mr. Bemis and I just split a bottle of cheap champagne to celebrate the fact that our champagne glasses are clean (well, along with the rest of the kitchen. It was a project. I didn't know you could clean behind the stove. I didn't know there was a 'behind the stove').

I'm drinking a Shiner Ruby Redbird right now. It says it's brewed with grapefruit and ginger but all I taste is ginger. The first one I had all I tasted was grapefruit. Either way it's delicious. Yum yuh ym

Last night was my bachelorette party. It was good times. Went to a Mexican restaurant down the road (like, a real one, not an Americanized one) and had a beautifully strong raspberry margarita with dinner. (Even with all my food, I was tipsy when we left.) Then we went back to my house, had a lingerie/Pure Romance party, and then played a drinking game to Dirty Dancing. A few spent the night and I just got home from breakfast and OMG savory breakfasts are the best for post-drinking. I don't have a hangover, just tired, but everything tasted like the best thing ever. Mmm.

BINGO night. Spent too much money. One of my friends won. Told the cute waitress her necklace was pretty.... step one!!! (IT is soooooo hard to hit on service staff and not be creepy, like impossible hard, but I am reeeally drawn to her. <le sigh> (the necklace really way pretty)) Got pretty drunk, over shared soem things with school friends, not in a need to be ashamed way, but still.

The Japanese do a pretty damn good whiskey, single malt scotch and other wise.

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I built the walls that make my life a prison, I built them all and cannot be forgiven... ...Sold my soul to carry your vendetta, So let me go before you can regret it, You've made your choice and now it's come to this, But that's price you pay when you're a monster with no name.